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May 2015
I have trusted love so much
That it broke me to pieces twice.

I was left in the dark-
bruised and bleeding.
My face was wet with sweat and tears;
And my mouth tasted blood from frequent blows.
I was covered in scars.
I couldn't even tell anyone.
I almost gave love up.

Then, hate and coldness started to consume my entire being.

But love heals all sorts of wounds; and wounds do heal in time.
Do see beauty in love.
A Watoot
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A Watoot
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